[ The two of them kiss, drawn together, pressed close, unable to stop. They kiss, and kiss, and kiss, mouths bruised, hands touching, holding and twisting together, and it is all perfect. Everything the two of them do together feels like perfection to him, and he feels so warm, so happy that he barely feels human, barely feels himself, an out-of-body experience of joy and contentment.
When they pause, when they lean back to settle, his eyes are dark, cheeks flushed, hands lifting to cup his lover's cheeks, to press his thumbs gently into his cheekbones, to gaze at his face, to memorise the way he looks right now. It's heaven, it's perfect, it's all he wanted and all he needs for the rest of his short, broken little life.
Slowly, hands drawn down, he hefts Tsurumaru up by his hips, urging him to wrap his legs around his waist, almost unblinking with how much he is fuelled by these sensations. ]
Never stop, in that case.
[ A rock of his hips, urging Tsurumaru against the wall, another bruising, biting kiss, and then he's twisting around to take him to the bed. ]
( As soon as Aki places his hands on him, he begins to smile. He loves it. He loves when Aki touches him and he loves it even more when he holds him and right now, in their current state, it pushes him over the edge from simple pleasure to giddiness. Swinging his legs around Aki, he wraps around him even tighter when they kiss, sweet moans turning into a near delirious giggle as he's carried away.
One hand on his back, Tsurumaru leans in to kiss Aki again. Sloppy, clumsy, missing his mouth completely, kissing the edge instead and trying again while Aki speaks.
He loves him, he says, and he start to reply,)
I—
( Another kiss, distracted humming and wiggling in his hold to tangle himself more around him. Tongue tied, breath taken, he can only make sounds as he showers him with kisses. Unable to speak, it's now that he activates his ring, which will surely hit him with another wave of strong emotion on top of what he's already feeling.
He's at a loss for words. He can only feel. All of his emotions and all of this heat, making him feel delirious. His clothes feel too warm, everything too tight, and he wants them off, off, off.
Whenever Aki sets him down, he'll have to push Tsurumaru off. He's unwilling to let go because he's so happy to have him in his arms. He can only whine miserably when he finally has to let go.)
It’s not just because they have their rings to help them, a flood of pure unfiltered emotion that spreads through them like a ricochet. It’s not just because they understand one another as sword welder and sword, because it’s so much more than that. The soft, blanket of understanding they share is born of their work, the effort they put into choosing one another, loving one another, learning and thriving. It’s because they love each other so deeply that it works.
Aki groans as the ring comes on, Tsurumaru’s feelings mingling with his own to make a cauldron threatening to overflow, making him burn for more. His own desire is a blaze, twisting in his gut and making him lose any sense of control that he might have had, any notion that he might be able to pause, because he can’t. He craves this, craves his lover and his kiss and his touch and nothing will make him stop beyond a clear command.
On the bed, he has to press Tsuru back, has to urge him to let go so he can sink down, can stroke fingers along his body and begin to peel back layers, to strip him down and leave him bare and ready. Aki wants to touch him, taste him, take him, and the frustration of the suit makes him long for the ease of a kimono, the familiarity of spreading the robe and seeing bare skin kissing tonight.
He’ll survive, but he’s frustrated.
Leaning in, pressing fingers between buttons to pull the fabric apart, he kisses soft skin, hand trailing up to stroke over Tsuru’s chest. ]
Let me have you. Let me love you.
[ Settling between his legs, an echo of a time before, eyes closed and fingers searching for the best and most exciting spots. ]
( Aki pushes him back and Tsurumaru tries to reach up again, grabbing at whatever he can get. He grabs at Aki's tie, tugging it free from it's knot and he tugs at his shirt, untucking it from his waist and fumbling with whatever buttons he can do. They're both a tangled mess, trying to undress the other but Aki has the advantage.
He strips him down and spoils him with his kisses and his touches and it's enough to placate Tsurumaru who settles back onto the mattress and relishes it all. His chest rises and falls irregularly, panting and gasping with excitement. Practically shaking with anticipation, he twists and turns to help Aki pull strip him down. If he knew they both shared the same frustration with their dress code, he'd laugh.
He shudders when his skin feels air and he can't help but cry out,)
You have me. I'm yours.
( And he spreads his legs wider, rolling his hips so he can be closer. He slides his own hand down the center of his stomach, towards his obvious erection and gives Aki a playful and tempting sort of smile. It's like he wants to show off to his lover. Look at him. He's like this because of his touch, because of voice, because of him.)
My dearest A~ki.
( His voice breaks at just the right touch and he feels like he could scream with how much he feels right now, )
Please, please, Aki, use me to your heart's content.
[ Aki simply can't help the way he feels, the intense and overwhelming feeling, the almost obsessive need to reach out and touch his lover, to grab at him, to kiss him, hold him, love him. His heart feels so full of adoration and need, the desire so overwhelming, that it makes Aki feel like he's losing control of himself. It's not unusual, but it feels more damning, at the moment.
Tsurumaru's layers are being removed, slowly, carefully, dragged off his body and left aside, and Aki does not pause. He doesn't seem to realise how doggedly determined he is, his eyes dark and full of desire, his attention focussed on getting his lover bare, on stripping Tsuru of everything he has.
A kiss to his hip, his stomach, a soft, tender sigh. ]
Anything. Anything for you.
[ His teeth scrape, gently. ]
I want all of it. I want everything you have tonight, until there's nothing left for you to give.
[ Until he is tired, exhausted, until he is wrung out. ]
( Sometimes he laughs. It's when he feels Aki's breath against his skin, when his teeth first brush against his skin, and when he kisses all of his sensitive spots.
At other times, he whines. It's when his teeth are a little too sharp, his flesh a little too sensitive, and during those brief, short moments when he stops to speak to him.
Every time, he goes mad and feels himself becoming more and more undone for Aki. His mind goes blank with every touch and he finds himself thinking less and feeling more, more, more. He barely registers when Aki speaks to him and when he does, he lifts his head up to look down at him. His eyes and smile are dizzy with desire and his face is flushed. He raises a hand to reach out and stroke Aki's cheek softly and practically purrs for him, his voice low and warm, )
Handsome. Beautiful.
( It's all he can think of when he sees him and he shudder of excitement runs through him. There's something about Aki tonight, so raw, so unfiltered, so mad with desire... It's hot, it's sexy, it's amazing. )
Have me, take me.
( And slowly, he spreads his legs.)
For you, I have plenty to give. ( There will never be nothing. As long as he lives, he'll give Aki everything. ) I love you.
[ Aki cannot help himself, can't resist, the burning need to reach out and hold his lover, to draw Tsurumaru close and touch him, love him, makes him feel weak at the knees. He can't remember wanting anything or anyone the way he wants him right now, the urge to touch him, hold him, kiss him, take and take until there is nothing left. He wants, he craves, and he feels completely desperate and overwhelmed for it.
He falls to his knees in worship, tugging clothes off and away, letting soft skin be bared, letting his fingers chase his veins and his blushes until there's absolutely nothing left for him to do other than take him into his mouth and show him just how good it feels to be loved and adored like this.
Tsurumaru smiles at him, and it feels incredible, flooding him with endorphins and desire and want. He loves him - he loves him so much it could kill him. ]
Everything. Take everything, and give me it all. Until there's nothing left.
[ Aki lets his mouth trail along Tsurumaru's thigh, and he sighs softly, teeth scraping, biting, wanting to leave marks. He likes the idea of seeing his pretty legs marked up with bruises and bites, so that he can look later and remember, feel the flush of delight and desire.
Lifting his head, cheeks hot and hair sticking to his face, he licks his lip. ]
Will you give it all to me, Tsurumaru? Use me for your pleasure?
( When he breathes in, his entire body trembles and when he breathes out, he can only let out shaky gasps and whines. His hips rock and his chest rises and his fingers twist in the sheets as he cries out with every scratch, every bite, every little touch. He's stripped down to nothing but he feels like he's like he's burning up, feverish, delirious.)
Yes. ( Everything. ) Yes, yes-- ( Take everything and give me it all.) Yes! ( Until there's nothing left.) Ak-!
( And he tilts his head back and whines, his name just a cry in the dark. His toes curl and he swings one around Aki, hugging him, pulling him closer, holding onto him like he's the only thing keeping him grounded.
He's hard from excitement, his cock trembling as he tries to catch his breath, find his voice, get his tongue to speak, )
Use me. ( Twisting and raising his head just enough to look his lover in the eye, he gives him another smile. His hair sticks to his face messily, his eyes shine menacingly, and with how flushed he is, his smile can only be described as cocky, brazen, shameless. ) No matter what... I won't break.
( He runs a hand up his side and even manages to strike a little pose, showing off his body to him, enticing. )
And when we're through... I'll be sure to return the favor.
[ Watching Tsurumaru fall apart, break into pieces, seeing his self-control slip away and fade in the wake of the pleasure and the rush of adrenaline... It's incredible, seeing him spread out, lounging so prettily, handsome and gorgeous and a thousand other words to describe just how perfect he is. Aki knows that he is lucky to be the one to see his lover in this way.
Jealously, he guards this. No one else will ever see Tsurumaru like this. Perhaps, even after he's died, mortal as he is...
Breathless, he sinks his teeth in again, right in the space against the curve of his knee, slowly pushing up higher and higher, towards Tsurumaru's hard cock, the way he is enticed, the strange, painful urge that runs through him. It feels as if he might die without it, like the boiling, burning heat inside of him will kill him if he doesn't get it out of his system, if he doesn't touch or kiss or take before the night is over. It might be pathetic, if he wasn't always so thirsty and needy for his lover.
Tsuru poses, looks pretty, and Aki moans his name. ]
Anything you want. You can do anything you want with me.
( He can't help but be pleased. How could he not be when he has Aki down in front of him, worshipping him, falling for him? Before he can enjoy it anymore, he lets out a groan and twists in the sheets, as Aki makes his way up, makes his way closer until, )
...
( He has a moment to catch his breath and collect himself. As his chest rises and falls with each breath, he listens. He hears everything but in his current state, everything feels different. Everything sounds different. The only thing on his mind is the current moment. Aki. His hands. His teeth. Lust. The heat. The excitement. Sex. His cock. Aki's mouth. Aki. Now. And the question Aki just asked.
It's so direct. So raw. It's jarring but not in a bad way. It's exciting and he can't help but shudder. Letting out a shaky breath, cock twitching with anticipation, he slowly pushes himself back up on the palms of his hands, pulls himself back just enough so that he can sit up in front of Aki, his chest to his face.
With both hands, he reaches to take Aki's face in both of his hands. Tilting hsi face up to look at him, tracing the shape of his jaw with his fingers and then his lower lip, pressing lightly,)
Hmm...
( He hums thoughtfully and adjusts his leg, wrapping around him, pulling him closer to his chest so he can look down on him directly. Gold eyes shine brightly but there's a possessive darkness and he leans in to kiss his crown, )
Only if you'll kiss me after.
( Inhaling, breathing in his scent, he rocks his hips impatiently closer.)
[ All of it tumbles out of his mouth before he can do anything, the urge to do anything that he can to please Tsurumaru burning through him. They're so connected, so intimately aware of each other, so well-matched - it's impossible to ignore the way that he can offer all he has and Tsuru will take it gratefully and sweetly. Thus far, nothing has stopped them, nothing has been too much, and he wonders if there's going to be a limit.
For now, Aki wants to do one of his favourite things; he wants to get on his knees and worship his future husband, to devote his hands and mouth to his pleasure, to devote himself to the soft sighs and quiet moans that he knows will echo around the quiet of the room. It's addictive, and he yearns for it.
Aki wants him: he always wants him.
Leaning up, he presses their mouths together, takes a long, deep kiss, slow and sharp, teeth scraping before he breathes out softly. ]
Anything.
[ Sliding down, he presses Tsurumaru's legs around his shoulders, keeps him close, tucked, before he leans down to kiss up against his thighs. This is a familiar path, and it takes little time at all for him to settle, comfortable, and take his lover's cock in his mouth. ]
( It's true. They're more than just a pair. He thinks they might be a perfect pair and it surprises him to think about it. The version of himself from over a year ago would never imagine this sort of relationship. The version of himself from last year would never imagine it could become more. And the version he is now can't imagine what the future holds in store because Aki has given him something so amazing: Endless surprises, one after the other.
They're a tangled mess of arms, legs, and tongue and he feels so complete like this. They're two halves of a whole. He nips at Aki, kissing him deeply, giving and taking everything he can. He wants every moment to be sweet and even when he should breathe, he doesn't want to stop. He's left panting, lips bright red and swollen from everything they've already done, every part of him glowing with heat.
Swallowing a breath of cool air, and settles back easily, letting Aki arrange him, get himself into position. He knows exactly how to move, how to prepare, and and he runs a hand back through his own hair, twisting under him with impatient and greedy pleasure.
It isn't until he feels the familiar warmth of Aki's mouth around him that he finally settles. His hips jerk forward. Every part of him tenses as a shudder runs through him and then he starts to relax, letting out a long, satisfied groan. Breathily,)
More.
( Reaching out, his fingers scrape against Aki's scalp, twisting in in strands of hair and pulling him closer and rocking his hips slowly, deliberately, )
Mmm-more.
( Asking for more. Calling his name sweetly. Aki, Aki. Losing his words, becoming reduced to just sounds, falling apart but trying to keep himself together.)
[ Aki's devotion is obvious, the way that he leans in, the way that he settles and does whatever he can to bring Tsurumaru pleasure. There is no part of him that doesn't want to sink into this and give his all, no part of him that isn't utterly at his lover's mercy, his discretion, his command. Aki has always been good at following orders and doing as he is told, and this is no different - even if this is his own insanity.
They're mixed up together, physically and emotionally, and nothing will ever be the same.
This is familiar to him now, almost second nature, offering himself and anything he has for Tsurumaru. He groans around him, feels the shiver of delight and pleasure as he takes him deeper and deeper, as he offers all he has: everything he has is for Tsurumaru and no one else.
His devotion is everything.
Groaning at the pull to his hair, he takes as much as he can, no pause nor hesitation. This is his to give, his to have, and he won't ever give it up. ]
( Aki doesn't complain once. He never does. He always takes without question. He even seeks out more from him. Tsurumaru knows not to concern himself with if he's moving to quickly or handling him too roughly and yet, he can't help but care.
He pulls Aki closer and closer, each time keeping enough of his sense to make sure he isn't causing him discomfort. As expected, Aki just takes, taking him deeper and deeper and yet, it's still surprising to him. He feels the warm vibration of Aki's sounds and he jolts, toes curling and body tensing as he feels him reach his tipping point, cock hard and trembling in Aki's mouth.
From reflex, he twists Aki's hair hard and pulls him down to the very last part of him. It wouldn't take much to push him over the edge and once he can't take it anymore, he arches back and lets out a sharp, piercing cry from pleasure as he releases. He doesn't let Aki go as he rides it out, at least, not right away. He can only focus on own his pleasure at first. There's bliss followed by relief and then he's brought back with a jolt, incredibly aware of how his cock feels in Aki's mouth, on his tongue, in the back of his throat. He lets go, fingers still tangled clumsily in his hair and groans.
He wants to tell Aki he's good. He wants to tell him he was so, so good but all he can do is catch his breath, body shaking and coming a little more. He isn't finished. Not quite. He can definitely go for more and he breathes,)
Don't.
( He has no doubt Aki will finish him off if he doesn't stop him. )
You promised. ( He tries to collect himself but his words feel clumsy when he speaks, lacking his usual careful grace, ) Kiss me.
It's not just knowing that Tsurumaru is going to come, not just the taste of him or the intimacy, but all of it together, burning through him and making his insides twist in pleasure. He can feel the heat of it as his own cock aches, hard and begging for attention that he denies himself. His whole focus is on his lover, on his pleasure, on making him feel good and letting himself drown in the sensation of having his mouth and throat be used.
There are times when he feels more dominant, wants to pin his lover down and take him, and times like this, too - where he is more worshipful, where he wants nothing more than to let himself enjoy the sensation of being used and allowing Tsurumaru to take, to love him in whatever way he can. Even with the strange energy burning inside him, he feels like he might drown in it and be happy, be content.
Aki wants more, craves more, and it makes him groan as he swallows.
Lifting up, moving towards Tsurumaru, he nods without pause. He made a promise, and he's going to keep it.
No hesitation and lacking care, he presses their mouths together, deepening the kiss in a hard, harsh rush, wanting, curling his tongue and shivering from want. ]
(Aki crashes into him and he lets out a surprised gasp. There isn't a moment to brace himself or even catch his breath. One moment he's whining with want and the next, they're a mix of teeth and tongue as he takes and takes what Aki gives him. It's sharp, salty, bitter, but so, so dizzyingly sweet, he doesn't even realize he's falling until his head hits the mattress under him.
Even when he feels himself running out of air, he doesn't relent. He reaches up to pull Aki closer, dragging his nails down his back. He wants him. He needs him. He needs Aki more than air.
Rocking under him, he slides his leg between Aki's thighs and rubs at his cock. He's still so hard. He's been hard for so long and still, he spoils him before taking care of his own wants and needs. He knows this is how he is. Aki is happy taking care of others, devoting himself to those he loves, and Tsurumaru loves him for it.
Pressing harder against Aki, urging him to slow for just a second, just long enough for him to catch his breath, )
Aki.
( Shaking, moaning, looking up at him with lidded eyes, )
Fuck me.
( And lets out an airy laugh when he tries to smile, )
[ Aki is hard, desperate and wanting, his cock pressing against his clothes and demanding attention, but he's ignored it this whole time. It was easy enough to focus on Tsurumaru's pleasure, on drowning himself in the taste and feel of him, but now his own desire is making itself known and all he can think about is giving into it and letting himself take and take until there's nothing left.
He can't remember the last time he felt so close to losing control of himself, so close to tipping over an unseen edge. He looks down at his lover and all he can think about is how much he wants him, how much he wants to devour him and keep him closer and closer until there's nothing between them. He feels magnetised, and he groans into the kiss as he presses into it a little harder, biting.
Aki is needy, and he can't wrestle it back any more.
Leaning in to his neck, Aki kisses, he bites, and he makes a soft noise of pleasure as Tsurumaru speaks. ]
I'll use you, and I'll cherish you. You're mine.
[ He gets their supplies, handily available in the room they chose, and lets his fingers sneak between Tsurumaru's legs, to prepare him, to tease him more, to stretch him ready. His lips curl into a small smile. ]
You're my lover, my blade, my fiancé. I won't let anyone else touch you.
( It comes out as a whine, still reeling from the bite; sharp but pleasant, painful but thrilling. A wave of pleasure rolls through him, causing him to arch underneath him and his cock to leak more.
They've had sex plenty of times. They've been both gentle and passionate lovers but this is different. This is raw, rough, even a little dangerous and he loves it. What's a little blood and pain to a sword? He's always had a lust for battle, found pleasure in the right amount of pain. Too little is boring, too much is miserable. This is sex but it reminds him of a perfect battle and it makes him ecstatic.
He has to be dragged off of Aki, nails and all when he breaks away to get ready. Every second without him leaves him feeling desperate for more. Pride forgotten, ready to beg, he repeats after Aki like its a mantra,)
Yours, yours, yours.
( Spreading his legs, rolling his hips, fucking himself on his fingers and moaning with pleasure,)
Your lover. Your sword. Your fiance. ( He'll engrave it into his heart. Into his very body and soul. ) I'm only yours.
( What a beautiful smile, he thinks. Subtle, sharp, dangerous, ah, he sighs. Reaching up to touch his lips, to trace the shape with his fingers, )
I love you, Aki. My lord. ( It comes out so naturally. He really is his and he laughs practically delirious,) My master.
Aki has rarely had anything that was truly his, or anyone who loved him the most in the world. In some ways, he was similar to Denji - the desperation to have someone choose them first, to want him first, to adore him above anything else. It burns through him and makes him desperately needy, but Tsurumaru fills that void inside of him and makes him feel as if he can finally wade in a lake of happiness and find the bliss he had been bereft of for so many years.
Tsurumaru makes him happy.
The whispers, the spread of his legs, the way he moans and rocks and grinds, all of it is too heady and too intense. Aki steals another kiss, sliding their mouths together messily as he fucks Tsurumaru with his fingers, stretching him and preparing him for his cock. It won't take as long as it did the first time, not when they have sex enough that the preparation is comfortable and familiar, but he enjoys the practice all the same.
It feels good to take care of his lover.
The kisses trail along his jaw, teeth scraping, and he hums in agreement. Even as he leans back, even as he gets into position, pressing the head of his cock against Tsurumaru, he's muttering quiet words. ]
I love you. I love you, more than anything else. My perfect partner, my blade, the only sword I'll ever need.
[ A curse sword left aside, Aki's fingers moulded to another hilt now, a metaphor at odds with how he starts to grind himself into Tsurumaru. ]
( They kiss and he tries to return the effort the best he can but his tongue is too clumsy and he keeps stopping to gasp and moan softly against his mouth every time his fingers touch him just right. He's caught in a maddening place, sensitive after his first release but also desperate for more as his excitement builds again, harder, hotter, and more wild than the first time.
He knows what's going to come and he tries to still himself for Aki. Wrapping his arms around him, hugging him desperately, he lets out a shuddering breath as he looks up at him. Aki lowers his voice and even if its hard to focus on anything but pleasure right now, he devotes all of his attention to him.
Each statement is like a shot of ecstasy. Being reminded again and again that he's loved and cherished. Knowing that he's fully committed to and that nothing will ever change that. For Aki, he doesn't care if he's beautiful or perfect. The only thing that matters is being the only one.
He counts his breaths, urges his body to relax so Aki can enter, and nods in understanding. He whines softly as Aki starts to enter and he shifts to take him more comfortably. It doesn't take long. They've done this enough times now that they both know what to expect and how to ease into one another. Once they're both synchronized, he tilts his head back and begins to moan; sweet and low. Happy, content, familiar, if this was it, it would be bliss but tonight is different. He lifts his head up, squeezes around Aki, and whispers as close to his ear as he can get,)
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When they pause, when they lean back to settle, his eyes are dark, cheeks flushed, hands lifting to cup his lover's cheeks, to press his thumbs gently into his cheekbones, to gaze at his face, to memorise the way he looks right now. It's heaven, it's perfect, it's all he wanted and all he needs for the rest of his short, broken little life.
Slowly, hands drawn down, he hefts Tsurumaru up by his hips, urging him to wrap his legs around his waist, almost unblinking with how much he is fuelled by these sensations. ]
Never stop, in that case.
[ A rock of his hips, urging Tsurumaru against the wall, another bruising, biting kiss, and then he's twisting around to take him to the bed. ]
I'll fall to my knees every time. I love you.
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One hand on his back, Tsurumaru leans in to kiss Aki again. Sloppy, clumsy, missing his mouth completely, kissing the edge instead and trying again while Aki speaks.
He loves him, he says, and he start to reply,)
I—
( Another kiss, distracted humming and wiggling in his hold to tangle himself more around him. Tongue tied, breath taken, he can only make sounds as he showers him with kisses. Unable to speak, it's now that he activates his ring, which will surely hit him with another wave of strong emotion on top of what he's already feeling.
I love you I love you I love you.
I want you I want you I want you.
Love. Adoration. Devotion. Obsession. Impatience. Desperation. Desire. Lust.
He's at a loss for words. He can only feel. All of his emotions and all of this heat, making him feel delirious. His clothes feel too warm, everything too tight, and he wants them off, off, off.
Whenever Aki sets him down, he'll have to push Tsurumaru off. He's unwilling to let go because he's so happy to have him in his arms. He can only whine miserably when he finally has to let go.)
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It’s not just because they have their rings to help them, a flood of pure unfiltered emotion that spreads through them like a ricochet. It’s not just because they understand one another as sword welder and sword, because it’s so much more than that. The soft, blanket of understanding they share is born of their work, the effort they put into choosing one another, loving one another, learning and thriving. It’s because they love each other so deeply that it works.
Aki groans as the ring comes on, Tsurumaru’s feelings mingling with his own to make a cauldron threatening to overflow, making him burn for more. His own desire is a blaze, twisting in his gut and making him lose any sense of control that he might have had, any notion that he might be able to pause, because he can’t. He craves this, craves his lover and his kiss and his touch and nothing will make him stop beyond a clear command.
On the bed, he has to press Tsuru back, has to urge him to let go so he can sink down, can stroke fingers along his body and begin to peel back layers, to strip him down and leave him bare and ready. Aki wants to touch him, taste him, take him, and the frustration of the suit makes him long for the ease of a kimono, the familiarity of spreading the robe and seeing bare skin kissing tonight.
He’ll survive, but he’s frustrated.
Leaning in, pressing fingers between buttons to pull the fabric apart, he kisses soft skin, hand trailing up to stroke over Tsuru’s chest. ]
Let me have you. Let me love you.
[ Settling between his legs, an echo of a time before, eyes closed and fingers searching for the best and most exciting spots. ]
Let me take care of you. Let me show you. Tsuru…
[ A flick of his tongue, teasing. ]
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He strips him down and spoils him with his kisses and his touches and it's enough to placate Tsurumaru who settles back onto the mattress and relishes it all. His chest rises and falls irregularly, panting and gasping with excitement. Practically shaking with anticipation, he twists and turns to help Aki pull strip him down. If he knew they both shared the same frustration with their dress code, he'd laugh.
He shudders when his skin feels air and he can't help but cry out,)
You have me. I'm yours.
( And he spreads his legs wider, rolling his hips so he can be closer. He slides his own hand down the center of his stomach, towards his obvious erection and gives Aki a playful and tempting sort of smile. It's like he wants to show off to his lover. Look at him. He's like this because of his touch, because of voice, because of him.)
My dearest A~ki.
( His voice breaks at just the right touch and he feels like he could scream with how much he feels right now, )
Please, please, Aki, use me to your heart's content.
( He's his. His sword. His man. His lover. His. )
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Tsurumaru's layers are being removed, slowly, carefully, dragged off his body and left aside, and Aki does not pause. He doesn't seem to realise how doggedly determined he is, his eyes dark and full of desire, his attention focussed on getting his lover bare, on stripping Tsuru of everything he has.
A kiss to his hip, his stomach, a soft, tender sigh. ]
Anything. Anything for you.
[ His teeth scrape, gently. ]
I want all of it. I want everything you have tonight, until there's nothing left for you to give.
[ Until he is tired, exhausted, until he is wrung out. ]
Open your legs for me. Let me touch you.
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At other times, he whines. It's when his teeth are a little too sharp, his flesh a little too sensitive, and during those brief, short moments when he stops to speak to him.
Every time, he goes mad and feels himself becoming more and more undone for Aki. His mind goes blank with every touch and he finds himself thinking less and feeling more, more, more. He barely registers when Aki speaks to him and when he does, he lifts his head up to look down at him. His eyes and smile are dizzy with desire and his face is flushed. He raises a hand to reach out and stroke Aki's cheek softly and practically purrs for him, his voice low and warm, )
Handsome. Beautiful.
( It's all he can think of when he sees him and he shudder of excitement runs through him. There's something about Aki tonight, so raw, so unfiltered, so mad with desire... It's hot, it's sexy, it's amazing. )
Have me, take me.
( And slowly, he spreads his legs.)
For you, I have plenty to give. ( There will never be nothing. As long as he lives, he'll give Aki everything. ) I love you.
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He falls to his knees in worship, tugging clothes off and away, letting soft skin be bared, letting his fingers chase his veins and his blushes until there's absolutely nothing left for him to do other than take him into his mouth and show him just how good it feels to be loved and adored like this.
Tsurumaru smiles at him, and it feels incredible, flooding him with endorphins and desire and want. He loves him - he loves him so much it could kill him. ]
Everything. Take everything, and give me it all. Until there's nothing left.
[ Aki lets his mouth trail along Tsurumaru's thigh, and he sighs softly, teeth scraping, biting, wanting to leave marks. He likes the idea of seeing his pretty legs marked up with bruises and bites, so that he can look later and remember, feel the flush of delight and desire.
Lifting his head, cheeks hot and hair sticking to his face, he licks his lip. ]
Will you give it all to me, Tsurumaru? Use me for your pleasure?
[ A kiss to his knee. ]
Love me, in all the ways you can.
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Yes. ( Everything. ) Yes, yes-- ( Take everything and give me it all.) Yes! ( Until there's nothing left.) Ak-!
( And he tilts his head back and whines, his name just a cry in the dark. His toes curl and he swings one around Aki, hugging him, pulling him closer, holding onto him like he's the only thing keeping him grounded.
He's hard from excitement, his cock trembling as he tries to catch his breath, find his voice, get his tongue to speak, )
Use me. ( Twisting and raising his head just enough to look his lover in the eye, he gives him another smile. His hair sticks to his face messily, his eyes shine menacingly, and with how flushed he is, his smile can only be described as cocky, brazen, shameless. ) No matter what... I won't break.
( He runs a hand up his side and even manages to strike a little pose, showing off his body to him, enticing. )
And when we're through... I'll be sure to return the favor.
( Just like a crane. )
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Jealously, he guards this. No one else will ever see Tsurumaru like this. Perhaps, even after he's died, mortal as he is...
Breathless, he sinks his teeth in again, right in the space against the curve of his knee, slowly pushing up higher and higher, towards Tsurumaru's hard cock, the way he is enticed, the strange, painful urge that runs through him. It feels as if he might die without it, like the boiling, burning heat inside of him will kill him if he doesn't get it out of his system, if he doesn't touch or kiss or take before the night is over. It might be pathetic, if he wasn't always so thirsty and needy for his lover.
Tsuru poses, looks pretty, and Aki moans his name. ]
Anything you want. You can do anything you want with me.
[ Lifting his head up, he breathes out. ]
Will you fuck my mouth, Tsurumaru?
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...
( He has a moment to catch his breath and collect himself. As his chest rises and falls with each breath, he listens. He hears everything but in his current state, everything feels different. Everything sounds different. The only thing on his mind is the current moment. Aki. His hands. His teeth. Lust. The heat. The excitement. Sex. His cock. Aki's mouth. Aki. Now. And the question Aki just asked.
It's so direct. So raw. It's jarring but not in a bad way. It's exciting and he can't help but shudder. Letting out a shaky breath, cock twitching with anticipation, he slowly pushes himself back up on the palms of his hands, pulls himself back just enough so that he can sit up in front of Aki, his chest to his face.
With both hands, he reaches to take Aki's face in both of his hands. Tilting hsi face up to look at him, tracing the shape of his jaw with his fingers and then his lower lip, pressing lightly,)
Hmm...
( He hums thoughtfully and adjusts his leg, wrapping around him, pulling him closer to his chest so he can look down on him directly. Gold eyes shine brightly but there's a possessive darkness and he leans in to kiss his crown, )
Only if you'll kiss me after.
( Inhaling, breathing in his scent, he rocks his hips impatiently closer.)
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For now, Aki wants to do one of his favourite things; he wants to get on his knees and worship his future husband, to devote his hands and mouth to his pleasure, to devote himself to the soft sighs and quiet moans that he knows will echo around the quiet of the room. It's addictive, and he yearns for it.
Aki wants him: he always wants him.
Leaning up, he presses their mouths together, takes a long, deep kiss, slow and sharp, teeth scraping before he breathes out softly. ]
Anything.
[ Sliding down, he presses Tsurumaru's legs around his shoulders, keeps him close, tucked, before he leans down to kiss up against his thighs. This is a familiar path, and it takes little time at all for him to settle, comfortable, and take his lover's cock in his mouth. ]
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They're a tangled mess of arms, legs, and tongue and he feels so complete like this. They're two halves of a whole. He nips at Aki, kissing him deeply, giving and taking everything he can. He wants every moment to be sweet and even when he should breathe, he doesn't want to stop. He's left panting, lips bright red and swollen from everything they've already done, every part of him glowing with heat.
Swallowing a breath of cool air, and settles back easily, letting Aki arrange him, get himself into position. He knows exactly how to move, how to prepare, and and he runs a hand back through his own hair, twisting under him with impatient and greedy pleasure.
It isn't until he feels the familiar warmth of Aki's mouth around him that he finally settles. His hips jerk forward. Every part of him tenses as a shudder runs through him and then he starts to relax, letting out a long, satisfied groan. Breathily,)
More.
( Reaching out, his fingers scrape against Aki's scalp, twisting in in strands of hair and pulling him closer and rocking his hips slowly, deliberately, )
Mmm-more.
( Asking for more. Calling his name sweetly. Aki, Aki. Losing his words, becoming reduced to just sounds, falling apart but trying to keep himself together.)
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They're mixed up together, physically and emotionally, and nothing will ever be the same.
This is familiar to him now, almost second nature, offering himself and anything he has for Tsurumaru. He groans around him, feels the shiver of delight and pleasure as he takes him deeper and deeper, as he offers all he has: everything he has is for Tsurumaru and no one else.
His devotion is everything.
Groaning at the pull to his hair, he takes as much as he can, no pause nor hesitation. This is his to give, his to have, and he won't ever give it up. ]
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He pulls Aki closer and closer, each time keeping enough of his sense to make sure he isn't causing him discomfort. As expected, Aki just takes, taking him deeper and deeper and yet, it's still surprising to him. He feels the warm vibration of Aki's sounds and he jolts, toes curling and body tensing as he feels him reach his tipping point, cock hard and trembling in Aki's mouth.
From reflex, he twists Aki's hair hard and pulls him down to the very last part of him. It wouldn't take much to push him over the edge and once he can't take it anymore, he arches back and lets out a sharp, piercing cry from pleasure as he releases. He doesn't let Aki go as he rides it out, at least, not right away. He can only focus on own his pleasure at first. There's bliss followed by relief and then he's brought back with a jolt, incredibly aware of how his cock feels in Aki's mouth, on his tongue, in the back of his throat. He lets go, fingers still tangled clumsily in his hair and groans.
He wants to tell Aki he's good. He wants to tell him he was so, so good but all he can do is catch his breath, body shaking and coming a little more. He isn't finished. Not quite. He can definitely go for more and he breathes,)
Don't.
( He has no doubt Aki will finish him off if he doesn't stop him. )
You promised. ( He tries to collect himself but his words feel clumsy when he speaks, lacking his usual careful grace, ) Kiss me.
( He promised he would kiss him. )
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It's not just knowing that Tsurumaru is going to come, not just the taste of him or the intimacy, but all of it together, burning through him and making his insides twist in pleasure. He can feel the heat of it as his own cock aches, hard and begging for attention that he denies himself. His whole focus is on his lover, on his pleasure, on making him feel good and letting himself drown in the sensation of having his mouth and throat be used.
There are times when he feels more dominant, wants to pin his lover down and take him, and times like this, too - where he is more worshipful, where he wants nothing more than to let himself enjoy the sensation of being used and allowing Tsurumaru to take, to love him in whatever way he can. Even with the strange energy burning inside him, he feels like he might drown in it and be happy, be content.
Aki wants more, craves more, and it makes him groan as he swallows.
Lifting up, moving towards Tsurumaru, he nods without pause. He made a promise, and he's going to keep it.
No hesitation and lacking care, he presses their mouths together, deepening the kiss in a hard, harsh rush, wanting, curling his tongue and shivering from want. ]
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Even when he feels himself running out of air, he doesn't relent. He reaches up to pull Aki closer, dragging his nails down his back. He wants him. He needs him. He needs Aki more than air.
Rocking under him, he slides his leg between Aki's thighs and rubs at his cock. He's still so hard. He's been hard for so long and still, he spoils him before taking care of his own wants and needs. He knows this is how he is. Aki is happy taking care of others, devoting himself to those he loves, and Tsurumaru loves him for it.
Pressing harder against Aki, urging him to slow for just a second, just long enough for him to catch his breath, )
Aki.
( Shaking, moaning, looking up at him with lidded eyes, )
Fuck me.
( And lets out an airy laugh when he tries to smile, )
Use me to your heart's content.
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He can't remember the last time he felt so close to losing control of himself, so close to tipping over an unseen edge. He looks down at his lover and all he can think about is how much he wants him, how much he wants to devour him and keep him closer and closer until there's nothing between them. He feels magnetised, and he groans into the kiss as he presses into it a little harder, biting.
Aki is needy, and he can't wrestle it back any more.
Leaning in to his neck, Aki kisses, he bites, and he makes a soft noise of pleasure as Tsurumaru speaks. ]
I'll use you, and I'll cherish you. You're mine.
[ He gets their supplies, handily available in the room they chose, and lets his fingers sneak between Tsurumaru's legs, to prepare him, to tease him more, to stretch him ready. His lips curl into a small smile. ]
You're my lover, my blade, my fiancé. I won't let anyone else touch you.
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( It comes out as a whine, still reeling from the bite; sharp but pleasant, painful but thrilling. A wave of pleasure rolls through him, causing him to arch underneath him and his cock to leak more.
They've had sex plenty of times. They've been both gentle and passionate lovers but this is different. This is raw, rough, even a little dangerous and he loves it. What's a little blood and pain to a sword? He's always had a lust for battle, found pleasure in the right amount of pain. Too little is boring, too much is miserable. This is sex but it reminds him of a perfect battle and it makes him ecstatic.
He has to be dragged off of Aki, nails and all when he breaks away to get ready. Every second without him leaves him feeling desperate for more. Pride forgotten, ready to beg, he repeats after Aki like its a mantra,)
Yours, yours, yours.
( Spreading his legs, rolling his hips, fucking himself on his fingers and moaning with pleasure,)
Your lover. Your sword. Your fiance. ( He'll engrave it into his heart. Into his very body and soul. ) I'm only yours.
( What a beautiful smile, he thinks. Subtle, sharp, dangerous, ah, he sighs. Reaching up to touch his lips, to trace the shape with his fingers, )
I love you, Aki. My lord. ( It comes out so naturally. He really is his and he laughs practically delirious,) My master.
I love you.
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Aki has rarely had anything that was truly his, or anyone who loved him the most in the world. In some ways, he was similar to Denji - the desperation to have someone choose them first, to want him first, to adore him above anything else. It burns through him and makes him desperately needy, but Tsurumaru fills that void inside of him and makes him feel as if he can finally wade in a lake of happiness and find the bliss he had been bereft of for so many years.
Tsurumaru makes him happy.
The whispers, the spread of his legs, the way he moans and rocks and grinds, all of it is too heady and too intense. Aki steals another kiss, sliding their mouths together messily as he fucks Tsurumaru with his fingers, stretching him and preparing him for his cock. It won't take as long as it did the first time, not when they have sex enough that the preparation is comfortable and familiar, but he enjoys the practice all the same.
It feels good to take care of his lover.
The kisses trail along his jaw, teeth scraping, and he hums in agreement. Even as he leans back, even as he gets into position, pressing the head of his cock against Tsurumaru, he's muttering quiet words. ]
I love you. I love you, more than anything else. My perfect partner, my blade, the only sword I'll ever need.
[ A curse sword left aside, Aki's fingers moulded to another hilt now, a metaphor at odds with how he starts to grind himself into Tsurumaru. ]
Moan for me.
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He knows what's going to come and he tries to still himself for Aki. Wrapping his arms around him, hugging him desperately, he lets out a shuddering breath as he looks up at him. Aki lowers his voice and even if its hard to focus on anything but pleasure right now, he devotes all of his attention to him.
Each statement is like a shot of ecstasy. Being reminded again and again that he's loved and cherished. Knowing that he's fully committed to and that nothing will ever change that. For Aki, he doesn't care if he's beautiful or perfect. The only thing that matters is being the only one.
He counts his breaths, urges his body to relax so Aki can enter, and nods in understanding. He whines softly as Aki starts to enter and he shifts to take him more comfortably. It doesn't take long. They've done this enough times now that they both know what to expect and how to ease into one another. Once they're both synchronized, he tilts his head back and begins to moan; sweet and low. Happy, content, familiar, if this was it, it would be bliss but tonight is different. He lifts his head up, squeezes around Aki, and whispers as close to his ear as he can get,)
Harder.